The deep caliginous shadows in my surroundings creep into my flesh
Gradually darkening my mental thought s and cells in my head.
I question, they question the wind in flowing in our faces
Why do we live, in these dark places?
No purpose in flying to the sky
To subsequently see that my sky was filled with lies.
If Corruption flows in the light
There is no aspiration for warmth in my life
I plead to see the day in when I discover our indifferent mazes
In why do we live, in these dark places?
Is this a trial from the one up above that claims to love us,
Or is this the hateful flames devouring us into hell
I wonder, they wonder who is in back of this callous dilemma
Now as we are pleading for answer, I do not see
It is I ; the power of my own free will that is enslaving me
Into this murderous Hades
I created This in which I must change and make light,
Why do we; "I", create these dark places?
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